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“ Look up, look up, deluded one l
Oh, not on thee the scorn should lie; But let the slave my weapon shun
Who soil'd thy fame, then bid thee die !"
One faint low sigh, one loving look,
Ineffable of angel peace,
To realms where sin and sufforings cease.
· My steed! my steed !” Sir Eldred cried ;
" Away, o'er moor and sunlit glade, I must for vengeance quickly ride
Make way for Eldred the Betray'a !"- ”
He gain'd the stately castle walls,
Where revel held the traitor knight, And cried, “ Come forth I-Sir Eldred calls !
Our battle-word be, God and Right !'”
The goblet, raised to pledge his guests,
His guilty hand could not retain; Its motto, " Keep unsullied Crests !”
Shone forth amid the purple stain ;
And, as his starting eye it met,
It seem'd an omen, boding ill To one who dared its voice forget,
To work his own unholy will :
He met Sir Eldred's lightning-glance
The name of “ Coward !” struck his ear, As, starting from his moment's trance,
He tried to quell the sense of fear.
For Gertrude,” cried Sir Eldred, w this
For Gertrude, traitor, and my name For Gertrude and my ruin'd bliss
For Gertrude, yield thy knightly fame !"
TIME AND HIS SUPPLIANTS.
“GOOD TIME, Oh, stay !--my merry sport
Has lasted but an hour;
Hold still thy glass,
Let no grain pass,
And then with thee
I'll go with glee;
; But let me,-let me win it !”
“Good Time, good Time!--Oh, haste! Oh, haste!
How tardy thou art moving !--
Thy sands run on:
Sage lessons, spun to stay me;
“ Pause, pause, good Time, and let me think
How I may best employ thee ! I stand upon a mountain's brink, Life's ocean spread before me
I'd find a way
My part to play,
Then, pause, I crave,
But while Hope's wave
Time edged his scythe and turn'd his glass,
His wallet bulky growing, While Man had watch'd the bright wave pass, And glory with it flowing;
And, as Man sighed,
Time, musing, cried : · Hope, oft, is distant TROUBLE;
Yet Child, Youth, Man,
Through life's short span,